He let of a soft sigh of relief. He heard her walk around to the other side of the table. He tensed and waited. He felt her hand on his chest. She ran...her hand down his chest and onto his thigh stopping just above his knee. Her hand left his thigh. He felt a rush of air as her hand came down directly onto his balls. He let out an audible gasp and he felt his stomach cramp as his testicles frantically tried to reach their hiding spots in his pelvis. Her hand came down again. And again. Each time. Flawless makeuphighlighted by deep red matte lips. I couldn't take my eyes off herduring the entire ride to the opera house. I was hoping I wasn't makingher uncomfortable, but when we exited the limo, she put her arm aroundmy waist and said, "Come on gorgeous, let's have a memorable evening,"and gently brushed her lips on my cheek.I loved the opera! Of course having Becky hold my hand through most ofthe performance added to the enjoyment. At one point I needed to slip ashoe off and let it. Come on, don’t let go of them no matter what.” I slapped her pussy twice to get the point home. Soon she was latched in disgust onto my hairy balls.I gently tried to pull them out of her mouth. Her lips remained firmly closed around my scrotum, not letting them come out. I lifted higher, trying to get her tongue to squeeze my nuts and provide that extra stimulation of that warm, wet vacuum.My sweet mother was trying to comply with my demands and trying not to hurt me at the same time, gently. As I dump my jeans, shirts, and Jockey shorts into the washer basket, I notice that some one left a pair of women's jeans hanging on the edge of the table. No matter, someone will come back to claim them. I start my clothes and go back up to my room. When I come down to switch my clothes to the dryer I noticed that no one picked up the jeans. Finally, the clothes are done, as I empty the dryer out on the table to fold. It only takes a minute or two, but now I am ready at least apparelwise for.